Xavier had given me tha t let me move so speedily, so accurately. It hardly took seconds for me to unbuckle, unzip and have his bare manhood in my hand. And just a second after that, he was in my mouth.
His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me away. But I didn ’t move. Or should I say that nothing on me moved, except for my mouth. Up and down. Down and up. And then, his hands that had been offering resistance, now were on the side of my head moving with me. Up and down. Down and up.
All kinds of mutters were coming out of his mo uth, almost like he was speaking in tongues. I was sure that he was trying to say my name, but I couldn’t even enjoy this moment, this first time that we were united. This was a “job” to me, literally. I had to concentrate on making him feel good, making him see that all of this talk, all of this Sister Pink this and Sister Pink that, all of this resistance was pure foolishness.
I sucked in my cheeks, a move that was porn-star worthy. And it didn ’t take long before Malik’s groans filled the entire room. He was moaning like he didn’t care who heard him. Then, he shivered. For what seemed like an hour. But really, it was just seconds. And it was over.
When I looked up, he was still sitting back. His eyes closed, his breathing quick and shallow.
I slipped the strap of my dress back onto my shoulder, then grabbed a tissue from Malik’s desk. Moving quickly, I picked up my purse and stepped toward the door. It wasn’t until my hand was on the doorknob when he called out, “Sister Pink,” sounding like he had just run a marathon.
But, I didn ’t even turn around. Whether he wanted to say thank you, or ask when we would get together again, or tell me some more of that Sister Pink nonsense, I wasn’t going to stay around to listen. He’d have to come and find me.
And, after what I ’d just done to him, I knew that he would.
Stepping into the hallway, my first thought was that I couldn ’t believe how perfect God’s timing was. Right there, right in front of Malik’s office, I came face to face with Sister Stroman. Actually, God’s timing could have been just a bit better. Because if she had been here just a few minutes sooner…
I brushed my hair back off of my shoulder. Then, with the tissue that I still held in my hands, I dapped at the corner of my lips. I was sure th at my lipstick was quite smudged—which was a very good thing at this moment. “Good evening, Sister Stroman,” I said, like she was one of my best friends.
Her mouth was too wide open for her to get a word out. In her eyes, I could see all of her thoughts an d all of her questions.
Wearing victory, I walked down the hall and out of the church. There was no need for me to stay for Bible study. I ’d already received my message and I’d just delivered a message. No, I’d delivered two—to Malik and his soon-to-be ex wife.
Chapter 8
My mind was on Malik through the entire drive home. I remembered the way he tasted, the way he felt, and I especially remembered the way he moaned. He had moaned like he had never felt anything as good as my mouth.
Inside my condo, I went about my business. I took off my dress, wishing once again, that I’d been able to do this in Malik’s office. Then, I stepped into the shower. Under the cool shower spray (I never took hot showers. The hot water dried and aged your skin) I closed my eyes and lingered in that feeling of victory. I was really thrilled that Malik had been so pleased.
After ten minutes, I dried myself off, moistened my skin, then wrapped myself in my silk robe. When I sat at my vanity and began brushing my hair with my nat ural bristle brush, I stared at my reflection and admired the woman who looked back at me.
I ’d had so many lonely days and even more lonely nights as I kept myself for Malik and now, tears sprung to my eyes. Not because I was sad in any kind of way. It was just the opposite. This was finally the time, this
His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me away. But I didn ’t move. Or should I say that nothing on me moved, except for my mouth. Up and down. Down and up. And then, his hands that had been offering resistance, now were on the side of my head moving with me. Up and down. Down and up.
All kinds of mutters were coming out of his mo uth, almost like he was speaking in tongues. I was sure that he was trying to say my name, but I couldn’t even enjoy this moment, this first time that we were united. This was a “job” to me, literally. I had to concentrate on making him feel good, making him see that all of this talk, all of this Sister Pink this and Sister Pink that, all of this resistance was pure foolishness.
I sucked in my cheeks, a move that was porn-star worthy. And it didn ’t take long before Malik’s groans filled the entire room. He was moaning like he didn’t care who heard him. Then, he shivered. For what seemed like an hour. But really, it was just seconds. And it was over.
When I looked up, he was still sitting back. His eyes closed, his breathing quick and shallow.
I slipped the strap of my dress back onto my shoulder, then grabbed a tissue from Malik’s desk. Moving quickly, I picked up my purse and stepped toward the door. It wasn’t until my hand was on the doorknob when he called out, “Sister Pink,” sounding like he had just run a marathon.
But, I didn ’t even turn around. Whether he wanted to say thank you, or ask when we would get together again, or tell me some more of that Sister Pink nonsense, I wasn’t going to stay around to listen. He’d have to come and find me.
And, after what I ’d just done to him, I knew that he would.
Stepping into the hallway, my first thought was that I couldn ’t believe how perfect God’s timing was. Right there, right in front of Malik’s office, I came face to face with Sister Stroman. Actually, God’s timing could have been just a bit better. Because if she had been here just a few minutes sooner…
I brushed my hair back off of my shoulder. Then, with the tissue that I still held in my hands, I dapped at the corner of my lips. I was sure th at my lipstick was quite smudged—which was a very good thing at this moment. “Good evening, Sister Stroman,” I said, like she was one of my best friends.
Her mouth was too wide open for her to get a word out. In her eyes, I could see all of her thoughts an d all of her questions.
Wearing victory, I walked down the hall and out of the church. There was no need for me to stay for Bible study. I ’d already received my message and I’d just delivered a message. No, I’d delivered two—to Malik and his soon-to-be ex wife.
Chapter 8
My mind was on Malik through the entire drive home. I remembered the way he tasted, the way he felt, and I especially remembered the way he moaned. He had moaned like he had never felt anything as good as my mouth.
Inside my condo, I went about my business. I took off my dress, wishing once again, that I’d been able to do this in Malik’s office. Then, I stepped into the shower. Under the cool shower spray (I never took hot showers. The hot water dried and aged your skin) I closed my eyes and lingered in that feeling of victory. I was really thrilled that Malik had been so pleased.
After ten minutes, I dried myself off, moistened my skin, then wrapped myself in my silk robe. When I sat at my vanity and began brushing my hair with my nat ural bristle brush, I stared at my reflection and admired the woman who looked back at me.
I ’d had so many lonely days and even more lonely nights as I kept myself for Malik and now, tears sprung to my eyes. Not because I was sad in any kind of way. It was just the opposite. This was finally the time, this
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